The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The sycamore in the square had lost its leaves. It stood naked against the bruised purple sky, a skeleton of black branches twitching in the wind. Margaret sat on the bench beneath it. Her hands were still. They were always still. The tremor in her right wrist had stopped an hour ago. She watched the town. It was quiet. Too quiet. The shops were shuttered. The streetlights had not come on. They...

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